This is the second in a series of episodes that involve mature women who share one thing in common. Let's just say they are Rubanesque in stature. One can ask with validity why a man would write such a saga. I don't know quite frankly. The thought just came to me once and I followed it taking several months off and on to complete it to my satisfaction. Let me suggest you read Chapter 1 as they flow and the background is important. I trust you will enjoy it.
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In Chapter 1 you were introduced to five women who apart from being women share a few things in common. These include being large breasted and each enjoying a comfortable lifestyle. The five include myself, Joy, I own a lingerie shop that is another common denominator as the others are all customers of mine. Mary and Gwen who are neighbours, one being married to a lawyer and the other to a doctor. Josephine, the youngest owns an exclusive dress store while the final one, Joan is a lawyer. We had met for dinner once previously and decided that this should become a regular event. I pick up the story in the period following this meeting.
In the next couple of weeks in addition to completing the roster containing the contact information and circulating it, I gave a lot of thought to what special we could do for our first meeting. Then a customer came into the store asking for an item that I do not keep in stock but have access to through a supplier from Montreal. Jean-Paul Leblanc is a French citizen who resides in Montreal and represents several lingerie companies in France. It is through him that I have been able to visit their offices in France and also to obtain garments that otherwise are sometimes difficult to source. In this case the customer wanted a bustier with cups that would allow her breasts to be well displayed without the nipples being seen. I knew that Jean-Paul could find me such an item so called him.
He confirmed that yes he had such a garment available and after establishing the size and colour desired I placed an order. He suggested that as there was a matching panty I should ask my customer if she would like to include that in the order. She had two choices, with or without the crotch. I called her and after some laughter she opted for the crotchless version.
When I called Jean-Paul back confirming the order, I told him of our "Our Cup Runneth Over Club" and he found this titillating, not meaning this to be a pun. Jean-Paul is a man with a great amount of sophistication. He is pushing six feet in height and proportionate weight. I would think he is in his 50's and has always treated me with the most respect. He laughed when I finished my story. I had told him about our first meeting and the fact that in about three weeks we were scheduled to meet again. He asked what was on the agenda for that meeting to which I replied that was one of my concerns; I was having problems thinking of a subject that would be entertaining but not just be a repeat of our previous discussion.
Jean-Paul was my savior. He said, "Do you remember that I told you that in the past I have given a presentation to women's groups in Quebec about the evolution of lingerie and it was well received?" Yes, I had forgotten. He went on asking what the date was and after my response he told me he was due to come to my area about then and he would be more than pleased to be 'our entertainment.' We talked at some length of what his presentation included and it sounded just superb. I told him I would buy him dinner and he said that he had a couple of requests; he would bring a projector to go with his computer but would need a screen. Also, he knew the restaurant and the adjoining hotel and asked that I make a reservation for him for that evening as he did not want to drink and drive. I agreed that I would take care of these requests. I could not believe how much I was filled with anticipation of seeing him and to his presentation.
The next three weeks seemed to drag. Every day I thought of Jean-Paul and counted the days until I would see him. I was like a giddy teenager. I could not understand what had suddenly come over me. The day before our meeting I spent a great deal of my time trying to decide what I should wear. I wanted to look attractive without being too out there; not to the point that the other women would notice. I finally decided on a black sheath dress that while reasonably conservative had a deep neckline that would show off my ample cleavage. Then the question was which undergarments I should choose to go with it. I was a mess as indecision prevailed. Finally I said to myself, "Oh Joy, you know you want to him to notice and decided that when I went to my shop I would make that decision; there I would have almost unlimited selection and not just something that I had at home.
I went to the higher end portion of my inventory and started with brassieres. There were strapless ones and demi-cups that I decided were too riské. Ultimately I decided on a push up bra that I thought would display my ample breasts and create the right amount of cleavage, an amount I hoped would drive Jean-Paul crazy. I finished the ensemble with a pair of black cami-pants with lace around the leg opening and a garter belt to hold up the black stockings with the seam down the back, a bit old fashioned but I found sexy.
